Saturday, May 19, 2007

Finding restoration

When I feel depleted, I go to the beach. There, I do nothing but soak in the sound of the ocean.

Eventually, the sound seeps into every crevice of my brain and so fully fills it that finally there exists ONLY the sound and nothing more. It restores me.

Some people go camping. Some people get pedicures. Some people go to church. Me...I listen to the ocean.

Perhaps it doesn't seem like much. I expect many might find it boring. But for me, it is least for today.

L'Eternel est mon ne manquerai de rien...Il restaure mon ame.

The Eternal is my shepherd...I will lack nothing...It restores my soul.